City Paper is not for tourists
Having just moved to D.C. from California, I have found this to be a beautiful city, rich in history and spirit. I like this city, really I do. But the series of flaming hoops that pass for D.C.’s car registration process truly makes California’s process look like a day at the circus, and I have yet to successfully jump through any of them without getting burned. After getting a $50 violation (with the box labeled “towing requested” marked) for failing to display the inspection sticker I didn’t know about, failing said inspection twice, and with just six days to get it completely fixed to D.C.’s specifications before my scarlet rejection sticker expires, I see that I can look forward to hundreds of miles of red tape to machete my way through, not to mention hundreds of dollars I don’t have stuffed up the ass of the DPW.
Having said this, I applaud the anonymous contributor of “Joyride” (4/4) for sharing his or her similar experience, not to mention for the action that was taken. It was one of the funniest articles I have read in recent years, and it is good to know that I am not alone in my plight. However, I can’t help but wonder if I should have moved to Virginia instead. In the meantime, here I sit, wondering where I can come up with $400 to have my carburetor overhauled before my rejection sticker expires. Are you guys hiring, by any chance?
Mount Vernon Square
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